We were two sentences
learning to share a breath.
You said and
when I meant but.
I said because
when silence was enough.
If life is made of clauses,
then love is what joins them—
sometimes coordinating,
sometimes subordinate,
sometimes standing alone
in necessary simplicity.
And when we stumble,
it is not grammar failing—
only the courage
to link what could have remained apart.
Post Note
On how intimacy finds its structure in language
Every relationship invents its own syntax. What begins as grammar becomes rhythm—an evolving pulse of speech, gesture, and pause. Connection depends less on fluency than on willingness to listen for a living cadence, to let meaning reshape itself in real time. Love’s grammar is always provisional: revised through trust, punctuated by silence, sustained by the grace to begin again mid-sentence.
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